Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Virginia Living Museum

I was living in West Virginia I was there studying. West Virginia is known for its beautiful mountains and views. Thousands of people come from all over the world to experience the beauty of West Virginia. A couple friends and myself decided to go Hiking near Blackwater Falls State park which is around two hours from where I lived. I was very excited as I have never been hiking before.there was six of us all together and we decided to go on July tenth.

This summer I went to Maryland for the first time and met my family that is over there.

When I was younger, my dad and I used to go on dates to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Although I haven’t been there for over five years now, I still remember one piece of art that took my breath away; not because of the beauty of the artwork, but because of the shiver it sent down my spine, and the uneasy feeling I had when I looked at it. The piece of art that made me so apprehensive was a wax model of a museum security guard. The intricate detail of the figure, including the pores in the skin and the hair on the knuckles, left me wondering if this man were going to suddenly leap forward and yell, “Gotcha!”

During Parent’s Weekend at Marquette, my family and I went to the Haggerty Art Museum. While I pleaded with my family to not go, as I am not a huge art fan, my Mom’s opinion overruled mine. From the outside, Haggerty looked like it would be small, but in reality, was quite large. When walking in, I immediately assumed that the art would not make any sense to me like at most art museums. However, I was quickly proven wrong as a lot of the art we saw was what I would consider impressive. They were not the drawings of a line or pieces that look like a child made them that you see at most museums, but what I call “real art”.

The Colorado History Museum was a phenomenal place to visit; it felt life like from being in my Colorado History class in college as well as in my high school ones. I had the ability to see what it was like living in Keota, as well as being a huge size person walking around the Denver area, and lastly saw a few pieces of clothing that were the Native Americans during Bent’s Fort. Every detail in the museum I tried paying attention too, because I did not want to miss anything.

I thought today would be just another normal day in chilled Maryland, but oh could I have been more wrong. The day started out just like every other. My little eleven-year-old heart was full of jubilance. I was having an admirable day with all my friends, and I had no worries. None of my siblings knew that an event that night at dinner was about to change our lives for better or for worse. My family and I sat down at aged table and we could all feel the tension that surrounded the air. “We have something to tell you guys, and we don’t want you to get upset” declared my mother. This statement made me nervous. Anytime some says not to get upset, you know something has happened that is going to change your entire live. “We are moving

My skills as a patient, independent problem solver who is both confident and knowledgeable in both the Royal Ontario Museum's history and collections will contribute to my success as a volunteer assistant. By working at an overnight camp, I have learned to be patient with children in a variety of situations such as high stress and lack of rest. After babysitting an assortment of clients over the course of three years. I have become an experienced and confident independent problem solver. Being a lifelong member at the Royal Ontario Museum and having attended many ROMkids programs, I am at total ease and have developed a thorough understanding of the ROM layout and the history behind gallery artifacts. My demonstration of patience, problem-solving,

Recently a friend and I ventured into Bellevue Arts Museum, we were both slight annoyed with our inability to find a decent homecoming dress and with a number of people who were still wearing summer clothes as we are admirers of the reason of fall. When we walked in the only thing that was slightly visible to us was a giant stack of about 10 metal chairs. Gingerly we embarked into the elevator that seemed as though it could hold a car. When we finally reached the top floor, we were confused as to why the cords Cut Up/Cut Out were painted onto a plain white wall, as we walked around the floor I in one word was flabbergasted. I had never seen anything done with such precision and care, attention to detail, I could not begin to comprehend the

The day had finally came, it was July 21st, 2020. I had been waiting for this day for what seemed like forever! I was beyond excited that of all artists, I was chosen to escort the Interplanetary Ambassador around our world and culture. Once I greeted him at the New York Space Port, I decided to take him to our very own Metropolitan Museum of Art located here in NYC. The ride from the space port to the Museum was a little over two hours and felt like forever. On the way there the Ambassador asked many questions about our clothes, food, money, and many of our everyday things that are around us. Then, out of nowhere he asked me a question that changed my life as an artist completely. He said, “In my planet we have clothes and money and everything that you humans have, but we do not have art. Can you please explain to me what this art thing is?”

I went to Boston Children Museum on Friday, April 1, 2016. I went to observe for this assignment, but when I enter and I saw the kids playing and having fun, I was very happy and excited because we do not have anything like this or even near to it in Egypt. The ticket was $1 on Friday from 5:30 pm which is too cheap and gives the opportunity to all families to attend on that day, whatever their economic level are, to give their children the opportunity to play, learn and enjoy. I saw all the sections for 3 years old, kindergartens, science playground area, water area, kid power area, pep 's world, tower power, Arthur & friends, and art center. All of them are amazing.

For my pilgrimage, I chose to go to the Burke Museum to see the piece of art that inspired the Seahawks’ logo. On our way to the museum, we encountered some challenges. For instance, my pilgrimage group almost got in a car accident while exiting I-5. Additionally, it was very difficult to get to the Burke Museum on time, because we had underestimated the amount of traffic and the amount of time it would take to find parking. It is ridiculous how parking around the Burke Museum costs $15 and entering the Burke Museum, as a student, costs $7.50. I was disappointed at the total cost of entering the Burke Museum. Often, museums are the best place to learn and it frustrates me that not everyone will have the opportunity to appreciate history. Through the increased cost of gaining knowledge, society has made learning selective and optional.

Since I was little, I have been struggling to find the way to my future. I ultimately lost interest in each prospective career I considered. Despite my extensive soul searching, I never seemed to find the perfect fit. That was until we took a trip to a museum that became life changing.

I’ve been on a trip with my friend Lily Wagner to my grandmothers in Arizona, we’re both in this class and so we went to the Tucson Museum of Arts together a few days ago. They have a couple exhibits going at the moment, and some really interesting ones coming soon that I wish I could’ve seen. Currently they have “Horses of the West: Power, Freedom, and Friendship” which I really thought I’d be into since I rode horses up until a bit ago, but as it turns out horse art really isn’t my thing. They also had “Welcome to the American West” which had some lovely paintings and “Of Earth and Sand: Ceramics and Glasswork” which was my personal favorite, but I’ve always loved ceramics and anything to do with glass art.

I had been wanting to visit the Palmer Memorial Institute since Professor Porter mentioned it in class because Sedalia is not far from where I live. Today, I finally got the chance to visit. I actually enjoyed walking around this historic site more than I thought I would. The first plaque I read was on that described the origins of the Palmer Memorial Institute. The school was previously named Bethany Institute and was founded by American Missionary Association in 1870. Not too long after, in 1902, the AMA was forced to withdraw its limited financial support. Because of this, Charlotte Hawkins Brown courageously reopened the school in the fall of 1902 and renamed it the Palmer

My experience to the Dallas Museum of Art was a bit different from the last time I had attended the museum. I was curious to see what pieces of art there would be and if it would be the same as the previous visit which was long ago, but to me all the pieces of art were so different and very interesting. It may have been because I saw all the pieces in a new perspective since learning about the different types of paintings there can be and knowing how and where sculptures come from. Even though I do not know much of art I really gave it a try into seeing what the artist may have wanted us to get out of his work. By reading a view of the chapters made me aware of art, I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but it was actually nice knowing that a